my pedigree Busting motherfuckers it's the thug in me Now niggas talk a lotta Bad Boy shit then get to squealing Bitch made catching feeling Hahaha [Chorus] X2
it (x2) I'm writing you to Catch you up on places I've been You have this letter Finally got excited But there's nothing else inside I'm writing you to Catch
breath no joke You see them boys sign me to the 'Scope, right? [Chorus] [J. Cole verse 2:] I phone home to the real they wanna' know just how it feel
as well have been Tryna get to heaven but it feels like hell I'm in And Gucci's got me blowin' my doe 'Cause I just spend money whenever I feel low I feel
[Intro: 2Pac] Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton - A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Rotten
first yo I met her at the bar rolling with three wise men like I followed the star There she is shorty bi-coastal Thick like bifocals, stacked like 2Pac
is the estate of mind that we're in The situation feels great My man peels weight, so he can fill plates You might get love but you still feel hate Through
come out, now you feel 'em out 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em out 52 bars come out, now you feel 'em again 52 bars nigga, yeah, yeah 52 bars come out, now you feel
game. Gotta love it man. Catch me flippin grippin rain into turnin that trunk on bang. Cause its an underground thang cause im an underground thang. X2
when triple beams take over Now holler because these Impalas got extreme makeovers Couches covered in plastic, babies all in the street now Wear the wrong color and catch
Double desert man it's pleasant when the grim reaps Shit's deep but you gotta love it I put the shot into your stomach catch your body if you feel for nothin [Chorus 2
blow like Mount St. Helen's I told y'all I'm the truth, they paint me like a villain Sick on paper, the inch to penicillin I told y'all the real, they started catching feelings
me tell a nigga how ya want it How do you want it? [Chorus 2X] [2Pac] How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out [Chorus] [2Pac] Tell me [Chorus] [2Pac
I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha) [Verse Three: 2Pac] Well
